Tate
Tate groaned miserably as he rolled over into Kelly’s empty spot on the bed. He thought he could handle being separated from her, especially since it was for her own safety, but now he was seriously doubting himself. It had only been a couple of days and he talked to Kelly every night, except for last night because of the full moon, but it wasn't helping. He wondered if she had shifted successfully last night. Memories of her half transformation floated through his mind. Maybe that was why he was so antsy. He needed to talk to her, see her if he could, just to see if she was doing alright.
Sitting up, he checked his phone to see what time it was and if he had any missed messages or calls. Just after four in the afternoon and nothing. No missed calls, not even a text saying she miss
